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Crag Notes: June Emanations Article

© Nikki Clayton

note: Cwm Silyn translates as spawning lake valley

I.

Whilst Climbing Outside Edge, The Great Slab, Craig yr Ogof

addressed to a reader


 

Cwm Silyn's three llyns below

– smooth blues slight

 

ly rippled and spat

tered with the day

 

-star's sparks

 

my ropes pale

orange & blue

stripe down

 

wards across grey tuff

 

ropes as tugged

map-marks on

actual rockscape

 

simple linear legends rubbing

 

their passing over

the complex-crinkled

 

surface of a

solidified aeon

 

the day-star's force bounces

off the tuff my skin

 

seeps salt-wet as

 

     black flies like

     letters fallen

     from a bible twirl

 

           two ravens throw

           soft slow kron-n-n-n-nks from

          

           one

 

                to the o

 

           ther across

           the simmering cwm

 

I climb on up

the stone's star-heated

rippled hardness drag

 

ging my smooth map

-line rope-colours

 

pitch finished I

anchor to the crag

to bring

 

up my companion tied

in    to the lines' ends    out

of sight below

 

and beyond the crag-horizon I've

 

     just cli

        mbed o

          ver

 

my mouth gummy

with thick spit

I gaze

 

-guzzle at the sleek

sky-silent llyns reclined

in the level of

 

spirits

 

I almost

believe

 

I could reach

down and lift and tip

up

 

a big blue sheet to

pour

 

a deep bubble of water down

my throat and              g    guh    guh

 

glug a llyn dry

 

swallowing whole its

light & sil

very fish-glinters

 

           a sudden high sli

 

           ding speckle of dark

           -spark swallows lets

 

           loose gli

                   stening

 

           chips of song across

           the cwm's blue

 

           shivering sky-lid




 

 

 

 

II.

At Summit above Craig Pennant, 734 m

un-addressed

 

 

     pick

 

ing steps across light-grey clitter

lovely hollow

 

glug-clun

ks of

 

     stones rocked

 

     a geo

 

logical music folding

an animal's now

 

ness move

ments in

 

                 to

 

deep-timed

stone-gong

 

     sou

 

                         nd

 

 

 


 

 

 

III.

During Return Walk to Road-Head, Lower Slopes of Garnedd-goch

addressed to my climbing partner & a moor's gone gods


 

moorland wide-writhing under

sky buzzing white with

 

the spikes of the day-star

 

 windless air bend

s into warp

 ing walls

 

of greased rippling glare

 

distraught ice-bergs of over

-heated full-fleeced sheep bounce

through black-green reeds away

 

from us ab

     surd fire

 -faced spectres we

 

are heat's terror

 

and it's our

visions that play

 

on the mind of the June moor

 

bog-cotton puffs copy

gauzily the flock     are

little sheep stuck

on straws

 

and heat's fuzz-shine is

 

a tremor at     at

om magnified

to this

 

pressed

 

smudge of

 

lenticular space this

material of contorted

 

moor & spook-forms our

 

extra-real

faces pull all

 

this moor's molecular

vibrations    its forms

 

into our skulls a craze

 

 

of temperature-rise crystallises

behind our eyes

 

 

     suddenly I hear a gliggle now

     ribbon-glisten in a narrow channel

     the pebble-bottom pristine through

    

     limpid prophecy

 

     we kneel to this

     transparent angel reclining

     amongst the reeds

 

     we plunge our hands and pull

     up cupfuls and tip

 

     splashes upon us and

     laugh a relief-rapture as a clarity

     cold-&-smooth as a home

    

     coming until now un

    

     known re

     skins our faces with

 

           flow

 

           's lo

 

           ve

 

 



 

Crag Notes: June Emanations

 

 

Acknowledgements:

Photos: Nikki Clayton

June Emanations was first published by Shearsman Magazine. The poem is included in Mark's next full-length collection – At – forthcoming from Shearsman Books. His author page with Shearsman is here: https://www.shearsman.com/store/Goodwin-Mark-c28271739

Mark's latest chapbook collection, a highly compressed mountain travelogue called Erodes On Air, has just been published in America by Middle Creek: https://www.middlecreekpublishing.com/erodes-on-air



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15 Jun

Didn't check the author, got about two verses in and knew it was Mark! Sublime as ever. I'm still dipping in and out of Rock as Gloss when the mood takes :-)

15 Jun

Thank you! What a lovely compliment! :)

22 Jun

I love these poems. They draw you in to another world surprising you at every turn of the line with vivid images and metaphors. I particularly like

bog-cotton puffs copy gauzily the flock are little sheep stuck on straws

24 Jun

Thank you! :)

I rather like the way you have laid out your comment -

particularly like your 't

urn' on the word 'tur

n'.


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